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The Busty Hooker

... he could get. He moved his thumbs up higher, pushing them into her nipples. God her tits were huge, Jon thought. How he would love to stick his hard cock in between them. Rosie smiled up at him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, giggling again. She reached down and gave his hard cock a quick squeeze, grinning from ear to ear. Jon reached for the top button on her sweater and slowly undid it, getting a much better view of her fantastic cleavage. “Bad boy,” she mouthed, giggling again. Jon loved the sight of Rosie’s tits jiggling up and down as she danced up close. Rosie again reached down and gave Jon’s balls a quick grope, then slide her hand up and down the length of his cock a few times. Suddenly though she pulled her hand away, and pulled her body away from him slightly, looking over Jon’s shoulder her smile had disappeared too. Jon knew what that probably meant, imminent discovery. So he too dropped his hands back to Rosie’s waist. Just in time too. Jon’s wife arrived on the dance floor, giving Rosie a very dirty look. “Excuse me,” she shouted at Rosie, and not in a polite way. She took Jon by the arm, leading him away, back to the bar. Rosie was left on the dance floor by herself, looking a bit pissed off. She turned and went back to her friends. Jon got an earful from his wife back at the bar. Jon took it though as he knew he was getting off lightly. It seemed his wife was just pissed off he had left her alone while he danced with some young ‘strumpet’, as she ...

... put it. She was obviously jealous of Rosie’s good looks, youth and amazing body. She was upset her husband, who never usually danced at these types of functions, was off slow dancing with her and not his wife. But it seemed she had no idea where Jon’s roaming hands had been, or where Rosie’s had been for that matter. So Jon simply apologised a few times, saying he was just trying to be polite, and that he thought his wife was happy sitting and chatting at the bar. Eventually she calmed down. Jon bought her another drink, and twenty minutes later they said goodbye to Dave and his wife and made their way out. Just before he got to the door, Jon spotted Rosie again. She was chatting with her friends. He caught her eye and quickly waved and mouthed the word ‘sorry’. She smiled, shaking her head that it was all ok. Back at home, Jon was sitting at home naked in bed. His wife was in the bathroom showering. Jon thought about his encounter with Rosie, and her amazing tits. He started to get a hard on, thinking what he would have loved to have done to her. His wife got into bed and turned out the light. Jon moved over and embraced her, his hard on pressing up against her. “Oh Jon, really?” she asked, slightly exasperated. Jon kissed her, pulling off her nightie. “Oh, go on then,” she said, “Just make it quick.” Jon pushed his cock inside her, climbing on top. She moaned as he did so, but not in a good way. Jon could feel his wife’s breasts against his chest, but only just. Two flat ...